The winters are hard. But the Starks will endure. We always have.
Does it ever end? This is further east than I’ve ever been, but yes Khaleesi even the Red Waste. But you’re sure there is no other way. We go south to the land of the Lhazareen, the lamb men will kill us and take your dragons. We go west to the Dothraki sea, the first Khalasar we meet will kill us and take your dragons.
Emilia Clarke speaks at Variety Studio presented by Moroccanoil at Holt Renfrew during the 2013 Toronto International Film Festival.
“Sometimes I feel like the kid left out - the weirdo with the silver hair that no one likes to talk to.”
'Tis a big and beautiful world. Most of us live and die in the same corner where we were born and never get to see any of it.
When Dothraki are defeated in combat, they cut off their braids so the whole world can see their shame. Khal Drogo has never been defeated. He’s a savage, of course, but one of the finest killers alive. And you will be his Queen.
“Drogon,” she sang out loudly, sweetly, all her fear forgotten. “Dracarys.” The black dragon spread his wings and roared. A lance of swirling dark flame took Kraznys full in the face. His eyes melted and ran down his cheeks, and the oil in his hair and beard burst so fiercely into fire that for an instant the slaver wore a burning crown twice as tall as his head. The sudden stench of charred meat overwhelmed even his perfume, and his wail seemed to drown all other sound.